and love itself is just as innocent as roses in may

[killed]

who: sou hiyori
what: catch-all post for open & closed prompts
when: september 2022 onwards.
where: various
warnings: tba

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[killed]

[ It's both what he expected and assumed. He takes a bite out of his own. It's too bitter for him, but he'll at least finish it before setting it aside and picking up a different flavor. ]

That's true. The minimum amount of people you need to create a world is two people, and so yours was complete the moment that you were born.

[ That's how twins are. Their world is complete before they're even born until the day that they die, but they can be be more fragile than any other, following each other in all things. They're like rabbits who die of loneliness. What does that make Hiyori, who was born as a hedgehog who harms others with his sharp spines, and whom can only trust them to sink sharp teeth and claws into his vulnerability to tear out his organs?

He looks down for a moment as he pinches the front and back of the candy, pulling the top open. He speaks in a soft voice that carries to it the fondness of a brother or father, a person who's experienced all those connections and holds them in such high regards.

Love is a beautiful thing. It breathes life into every person it touches, filling a person's lungs with oxygen until the cell membranes break down and the alveoli collapse. People live and die all for the sake of giving and receiving that single emotion. He's always adored that. ]

Do you know why that is?

[mikraitios]

( Castor isn't much of a philosopher, himself. Hiyori agrees with his statement, and he's content to simply accept that as that; it's the truth, after all. Their other siblings, their parents, their teachers—it isn't that they had never cared for such people, but the simple fact is that so far as Castor is concerned, they aren't necessary for his happiness. So long as Pollux's hand is in his, even the never-ending darkness of the night sky is lit up by her light, and his love for her too, shines as a reflection of that light.

So it seems that Castor didn't expect for Hiyori to continue.

The confusion is clear in his expression. To the untrained eye, it may look more wary or suspicious. Eyes narrowed, resting on Hiyori's, his expression would be neutral if not for the way his brows pinch together. To one who is sharper, it may be recognized for what it is: curiosity. )

[killed]

... It's because beings without a heart cannot live alone, or else their worlds will collapse. You need someone who will accept you, a person who will love you, and a person who won't hurry nor hurt you back, where no one can hurt you... If you can find that, you can create the smallest world, but one that is perfect and complete.

[ There's more that could be said there, and certainly great philosophers and orators would voice their thoughts as much as those who study the mind at present would. If they see their world as perfect and complete, then it is, just as much as how magic and spirits can exist so long as even a single person can validate that thought. The world is as they wish it to be always, even when age and experience scars them and transforms it into something bitter and cynical. It's so much easier when the world is a miserable, loveless, heartless place.

Castor isn't a philosopher though, and so Hiyori won't lecture him. Instead he pulls the next kit kat bar out of it's package. He doesn't care for the more bitter and savory ones, preferring something sweeter, but he's always had a special fondness for the banana caramel flavor. It's sweet, but not too sweet to share, and it lacks the disgusting artificial taste that can be present in such treats. ]

If you look at it another way, you could say that you need another person to validate your existence... I'm Sou Hiyori because that's who others see me as; as long as a single person does, I will always be him.

[ He bites down on one half now. He's Sou Hiyori, a brilliant doctor and technician, the perfect man who can do everything, and so long the masses around him see him as such his world is equally complete. They're opposites and equals all at once. He sets the package down so he can pinch the one in his mouth between his fingers and tilt his head back before finally offering up the second flavor for this one to try, with a little nod that suggests that he hopes this one is better received. ]

But, [ He adds, shifting back to the more general group, ] We can't live alone, so they're either generous or greedy depending on how you view it. If you invite others into your world then you can multiply your happiness along with that of others to create a chain reaction.

[ There's no world that can be healed by happiness and magic when people are so selfish and bitter, so broken by circumstances, but it's a nice idea, and in that tiny, expanding world perhaps one could create a small miracle in doing so... Well, it's not like he's trying to give a lecture though; if another person's world is complete, there's no need to tamper with it, and so he can give these as thoughts and perspectives and nothing more.

Why would he need to do otherwise? He's happy with his world, complete and perfect, a place where none can hurt him and none can make him cry despite how far it reaches and how much it encompasses, a world where at least his heart is safe from all harm - it's buried deep in the forest, in a place that none can reach, where neither love nor hate can sew through it. ]